Elena
I stop to panic when Ava start to drive out of the sport Valley. She constantly stare at me as she drive but I don’t say anything I’m looking out of the window to avoid her stares or questions I don’t prepare to answer, else she would start getting worried again.
The breeze is doing a lot to calm me down. It doesn’t take up to thirty minutes she’s pulling over at my garage. I let out another sigh of relieve but only to feel attack in mid-air when I see Avera’s car packed where Ava stop.
“ Thank you Ava. See you tomorrow in school.” I peck her on her cheek, before I come out of the car.
I walk around the car to the other way to my entrance when she takes down her window, calling out to me. “ Elena if you need anything, I’m just a call away.” she say, and my cheek flush.
“ Sure, my only bitch.” I smile, better than I was doing back in the car.
Ava start to revise back while I enter my father’s house. I don’t see my car around, it shows Ella is not back home yet. Now I’m alone with this fucking bitch.
When I enter I’m shocked with what I see. Rage fills my eyes, and my blood running hot. She is here with him again.
I'm sparking inside like electricity, “ Avera what are you doing? Just what the bloody hell do you think you are doing?!” I scream running my hands into my already messy hair.
I see him sitting on my father’s couch with his two legs crossed watching my father’s TV.
She must be in the kitchen because I can smell whatever she’s cooking and definitely she would hear my voice since it’s tiny. Tiny but sexy.
Avera comes out of the kitchen, she cleans her hands on the napkin with her. “ Hey, honey.” she smiles, and oh damn. It fucking wants to make me to puke or pull off her hair out of that small head of hers.
The bastard doesn’t say anything while I’m screaming my lung out. If I hadn’t have a good and sweet man as a father I would have believe this saying ‘ men are fucking scums!’ but then I’m force to believe not all are scums, my father is not.
But the Quads and this bastard here in my father’s house? They are bloody scums!
“ Honey?” I laugh out in mockery as I repeat her words.
“ Elena don’t you dare bring up that sick attitude of yours. I’m only being nice to you, because I’m in a good mood.” she lash out, then smiles again. I fucking don’t want to know why she feels extremely happy today, I’m only concern about this piece of shit sitting on my father’s couch.
Why is he here again? Isn’t he ashamed after he saw me the other day when he was fucking my mother? Gosh. He still has some courage in him to be here? Doesn’t he have a little bit of shame at least? Damnnn I’m going insane tonight again!
“ In good mood with Mr Callus Beige in the house again? The man your late husband calls his best friend? Fucking him?” I smile in disgust. I’m irritated by everything I see right now, gosh.
“ Elena you need to control your tongue. And especially how you speak to him.” she rolls her eyes at me, then she looks at him and smile broadly. Shit!
“ For why? Why should I bloody do that?!” I yell out, like a mad woman. Digging my hands into my hair. I want to kill someone. I want to kill him! Her too!
“ Because I’m pregnant!” she yells out loud at me.
What? Jesus Christ.
I’m stumbling backwards towards the door. I can’t stand properly. I’m falling, I’m bloody gonna fall I can’t take this. No.
Anger fills my blood, my throat, my veins, everywhere! My chest tightens. My breathing is accelerating, tears are streaming down my eyes. “ No you are fucking kidding with me, Avera.” I shake my head.
I’m shaking my head like it’s gonna pull off if I continue to repeat it.
“ Fuck you! I hate you Avera!! I fucking hate you bitch!” I’m screaming and crying, I feel I will have heart attack soon.
“ You are pregnant for h- him?” as I points at him my fingers shakes. I’m trembling, so much anger in me. I feel pains in my heart like it’s being roasted. Right now I can’t think straight, I run my hands into my hair roughly. This is insane.
Now my brain is processing all that she just spit out from that trash she call a mouth. “ How could you? Dad’s best friend? Pregnant for him?” the tears is rushing down like a tap from my eyes. He still crosses his legs smiling. Fuck I want to roast his balls right now!
“ I love him Elena, I’m carrying his baby.” she speaks without remorse. She’s even smiling and rubbing her stomach. My gut wants to burst from disgust.
“ Just shut the fuck up!” I scream, covering my ears with my two hands. Hearing her voice makes me sick. “ And my dad? You never loved him did you!?” I growl.
“ Why speak of him? He is dead Elena.” she say with all irritation.
God..
“ He is fucking not dead to me! Avera how could you behave like this to man that gave you everything?” I yell. Gosh I can’t stand her. I can’t please. I let out a loud cry, my heart is bleeding. Jesus Christ this hell is too much for me. How could she?
“ Elena I love Mr Callum, and I’m happy with him. This is not cheating, your dad is dead.” she repeats again and my heart is ripping apart.
God.. how can she stoop this low?
“ Could it get any better, Avera?” I smile through pain. I’m stumbling forward and backward as though I’m tipsy.
“ I’m pregnant and I’m…” I cut her off her words.
“ Avera just know this and let it stick. I hate you so much Avera, you are the worst person I have ever come across. And the worse part? That I am your daughter.” I grit my teeth as I say with so much aggression and hate.
I stumble forward, pushing my legs up the staircase. They can’t move, they are numb as well but I’m forcing them.
I reach my room slamming it hard till it closes. I couldn’t move away from the door, I let myself fall to my knees weeping out loudly and banging my head on it. This is big fuck up, Avera.
What did my dad do to deserve this? What did I do to deserve her as a mom? Everything starts to go horrible, since you left me dad..
I cry loudly out for a while before allowing myself fall to my bed. I shove my phone out of my trouser pocket, then I see Ella’s message.
*Ella cousin* : Hey, are you fine? I’m not coming home tonight. I will drive back home early on time before you leave for school.
I can’t bring my fingers to type back a reply. I just send a smiling emoji instead. I’m frustrated.
“ I wish you never had to leave me dad…” I whimper into my pillow.